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hidding in the forest
the sound of death calling

a game of hide and seek
a game of lose or lose
a game of live or die

standing above my grave
standing below the night
standing I am the horizon line

where the pretty sun sing
where dreams were real
nightmares ruined the next morning

cold like winter
dead like a semetary

where many have died
can't name any
like myself

where I call for death
and she says, "I don't want you"

waterfalls bring me higher